This from the perch and perix.Zillions of poppies and other wildflowers everywhere! I guess the fires did somehow fertilize the ground because I don't remember such an abundance other years. There are mostly red poppies but also about four pink ones, lots of purples and different kinds of yellows. When you're on the perch, it's easy to hop down and take a nice brisk walk. I should have snapped a pic of a perfect Arfur-in-five-years-if-he-ever-materializes dog that I met on my way up the mountain.
Either late tonight or early tomorrow we must return to the big, bad city. All kinds of unsavoury (for certain words, isn't the British spelling just right?) appointments await. Let's not dwell.
Anyway, things on the perch are heating up. Crazy about wildflowers we may be, but also crazy generally, as falling off the balcony has become the norm for some members of this household.
Also: Jimmy makes a strange bedfellow.
Yesterday I visited the katastime and made out good, baby! Tons of little cologne vials (Miss Sixty. Decent smelling for summer, actually), two bags, the requisite mags, make-up, some sweet Faber Castell (sp?) pens, and more! Gotta love the katastime for shopping therapy on a budget.
Did I mention, Jimmy makes a strange bedfellow.
So it's back to the rat's nest for 20 days. Hasta lu.
